She sat up on the bed and stood up. ‘If you’re not, then come and give me a hug.’

I looked startled.

‘Don’t look like that,’ she said, almost in a plaintive tone. ‘What is the crime in giving someone a hug?’

I tried to look indifferent but it wasn’t easy. A hug for a woman clad only in under-wears? It would be like hugging electric current. But, maybe it would be a desirable current. Alright, if she wanted a hug, Ola, give her a hug, my mind said.

She sat up on the bed and stood up. ‘If you’re not, then come and give me a hug.’

I looked startled.

‘Don’t look like that,’ she said, almost in a plaintive tone. ‘What is the crime in giving someone a hug?’

I tried to look indifferent but it wasn’t easy. A hug for a woman clad only in under-wears? It would be like hugging electric current. But, maybe it would be a desirable current. Alright, if she wanted a hug, Ola, give her a hug, my mind said.

I sighed and moved over to her. It was supposed to be a brief hug – well, that was what I thought – but she clung on to me and the feel of her chest against mine was electrifying. My heart started thumping. After several seconds, she released her hold and stared into my eyes. I looked away.

I was embarrassed. Despite all my reservations; despite all my avowed determination not be swayed by Big Mummy, I realized that those several seconds of embrace had made the organ between my groin to start warming up.

I turned to go, but she held me.

‘Come on, I know you want it too,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘Don’t pretend, Ola. You want it as much as I do.’

I looked confused and avoided her eyes.

She smiled in a teasing way. ‘And I can see the bulge. The big bulge.’

I was too embarrassed to make any denial. In any case, there was no need to deny that fact. ‘You said there’ll be no sexual relationship,’ I managed to say.

‘Yes, I said so, but I’m a human being. When a woman is abandoned by the hubby and is always so lonely, she has the right to express her feelings.’

‘Must those feelings be expressed to me? There are other men.’

She chuckled. ‘Don’t be naïve. You’re my choice, and that’s that.’’

I sighed but said nothing. She moved slowly but determinedly to me, still smiling. Her right hand came to hold my right hand. She squeezed it lovingly, raised it and placed it on her right boob.

Now, all doubts were cleared from my mind. I had the suspicion all along but I had denied it in my mind that the whole thing about massaging would end up like this.

‘I’ll treat you right, Ola. I promise.’

I was silent. My hand remained where she had placed it. Why don’t you remove your hand and get the hell out of this place? A part of my mind said.

Another voice scoffed at missing the opportunity. This is what most young men will jump at, the second mind said. You have the opportunity thrown at you on a platter of gold and you’re behaving like a nincompoop!

She waited for me to make the ultimate decision. Be a man, my mind said. Be a man and damn whatever would be the consequence!

At that moment, I forgot all about the promises I made to Naomi.

My hand responded to the stimuli of her boob. I brought my second hand on the other part and slightly squeezed them. That action brought instant responses from her. It brought about an entanglement that led to a long, deep kiss. I soon found myself and the woman cuddling passionately and playing adult games.

I was amazed by her zeal, energy and prowess. Throughout the night, it was as if the two of us were out to out-do the other. We slept intermittently and made love intermittently. By the early hours of the morning, I felt spent.

Some girls following this thread are only jealous of the games and antics played by big Aunty. She has spared no resource at her disposal just to get down with ola and shes achieved it. Thumbs up to her